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The  Story  of 
Rosy  Cheeks  and  Strong  Heart 

(A  Health  Reader  for  the  Third  Qrade) 

By 
J.  MACE  ANDRESS,  PH.D. 

Division  of  School  Hygiene,  U.S.  Bureau  of  Education;  Associate 
Director,  Child  Health  Organization  of  America;  Head  of  Depart- 
ment of  Psychology  and  Child  Study,  Boston  Normal  School; 
Author  of  "Teaching  Hygiene  in  the  Grades,"  "Health  Education 
in  the  Rural  Schools,"  etc. 

and 

ANNIE  TURNER  ANDRESS 

Formerly  Head  of  the  Kindergarten  Department 
State  Normal  Scriool,  Worcester,  Mass. 


Illustrated  by 
DOROTHY  WHITMORE 


Health  in  Education     I    «-**  j^*  1      Education  in  Health 


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THE  MACMILLAN  COMPANY 
1922 

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By  Child  Health  Organization  of  America 
Second  Edition,  Revised 
Published  March,  1922 


A  Friendly  Fairy  Visits  Mary  Ann 

ONCE  upon  a  time  there  lived  a  little  girl  named 
Mary  Ann  who  did  not  believe  in  fairies.  "I  have 
never  seen  one/*  she  said,  "so  why  should  I  believe  in  them?  " 

One  night  she  awoke  from  a  deep  sleep.  Her  room 
was  filled  with  light,  and,  bending  over  her,  was  a  dainty 
little  lady  with  rosy  cheeks  and  very  red  lips. 

"Who  are  you?"  asked  Mary  Ann. 

In  a  soft,  sweet  voice  came  the  answer:  "I  am  one  of 
the  fairies  who  love  little  children." 

"But  I  never  saw  you  before." 

"Well,"  said  the  fairy,  "you  never  left  your  window 
open  before  so  I  could  come  in." 

"Why,  so  I  didn't,"  said  Mary,  looking  at  the  open 
window,  "but  do  you  need  to  come  in  through  the  window? 
My  brother  Jack  says  fairies  can  go  any  place  and  do  many 
wonderful  things." 

"Some  of  them  can,"  said  the  pretty  fairy  as  she  kissed 
her  gently  on  the  cheek,  "but  I  fly  through  the  open 
window,  for  I  live  out-of-doors.  I  have  no  house  like 

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this.    1  live  under  the  great  blue  sky  with  the  sunshine, 
the  butterflies,  and  the  stars." 

"Oh,"  said  Mary,  "how  can  anybody  live  out-of-doors 
all  the  time?"  And  she  shivered. 

"Perhaps  that's  because  you  do  not  know  enough  about 
the  out-of-doors.  When  you  visit  your  friends  or  go  to 
school  you  usually  ride  in  a  closed-in  car,  and  if  you  do  walk, 
you  seldom  linger  to  romp  with  the  children  or  listen  to 
what  the  birds  and  bees  want  to  tell  you." 

"Perhaps  that's  so,"  said  Mary  Ann.  "Mother  and  my 
teacher  have  said  so  before,  but  I  didn't  think  much  about 
it.  But  tell  me,"  she  asked  shyly,  "are  you  like  the  fairies 
that  I  have  read  about  and  that  Brother  Jack  talks  about? 
Do  you  have  gifts  for  children?" 

"Indeed,  I  do,"  replied  the  fairy. 

"Oh,  perhaps  you  have  gold  watches  and  bracelets 
and  big  dolls  that  open  and  shut  their  eyes?" 

Just  then  Mary  saw  both  herself  and  the  fairy  in  the 
mirror.  How  pretty  the  little  lady  was.  Her  cheeks  were 
delicately  pink,  like  those  beautiful  roses  in  grandma's 
garden,  and  her  lips  were  like  deep-red  peonies.  And 
there  was  Mary  Ann  with  a  very  white  face  and  pale 
lips  and  ears. 

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have  never  kftjyour  window 
open  before  jo  I  could  come  in 


"Oh,  dear,  no,"  said  Mary  Ann,  anxiously.  "I  don't 
want  a  doll  or  bracelet  after  all.  I  just  want  to  be  like 
you;  to  be  pretty  and  have  red  lips  and  rosy  cheeks.  How 
happy  mamma  would  be." 

"I  am  so  glad,"  said  the  fairy,  "that  you  have  chosen 
so  wisely.  If  you  will  open  your  windows  at  night  and 
play  often  in  the  open  air  I  will  help  you  to  get  just  what 
you  want.  Would  you  like  to  go  with  me  for  a  little  while?  " 
she  asked,  taking  Mary  Ann  by  the  hand  and  glancing 
through  the  open  window.  Then  seeing  the  little  look  of 
fear  on  Mary  Ann's  face,  she  added:  "I  will  bring  you 
back  safely  in  time  for  breakfast." 

And  then  they  sailed  out  through  the  open  window, 
lighted  on  their  way  by  the  star  on  the  fairy's  cap.  It  was 
the  hour  of  midnight;  the  stars  blinked  brightly  at  them 
from  the  inky-blue.  Mary  Ann's  house  quickly  disap- 
peared, and  soon  they  were  high  up  in  the  sky.  Mary 
began  to  feel  a  little  afraid,  but  when  she  looked  up  into 
the  fairy's  face  she  forgot  it  all,  and  felt  very  happy. 

And  as  they  flew  farther  and  farther  on,  Mary  Ann 
began  to  wonder  what  the  fairy's  name  was.  "Do  fairies 
have  names?"  she  asked  gently. 

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"Oh,  yes,"  said  the  fairy.  "When  I  move  along  fast 
like  this  people  sometimes  call  me  the  Wind." 

They  were  then  flying  above  a  field  of  grain,  and  as  the  fairy 
put  out  her  hand,  the  heads  of  wheat  bowed  to  her  like  fair 
ladies  at  a  ball.  As  they  passed  on  through  the  trees  the 
leaves  whispered  and  the  knot-hole  in  the  oak  tree  whistled. 

Just  over  the  pointed  pines  of  a  hill  they  saw  a  little 
brick  house.  All  was  quiet  as  they  stepped  lightly  on  a 
window-sill  and  put  their  faces  to  the  window-panes  to 
look  within.  The  star  on  the  fairy's  cap  made  the  room 
look  bright  as  day.  On  the  bed  was  a  little  girl  asleep, 
although  now  and  then  she  moved  about  and  talked  to 
herself  as  if  she  were  not  resting  well.  She  had  a  dear 
sweet  face,  but  looked  very  pale.  "Why,"  said  Mary  Ann, 
"that's  Helen  Turner.  She  goes  to  school  with  me.  How 
white  she  looks." 

"Yes,"  said  the  fairy  sadly.  "I  come  to  the  window 
every  night  with  my  gifts,  but  the  windows  are  always 
closed  tightly,  and  she  seldom  comes  out-of-doors  to  see  me." 

"I  will  tell  her,"  said  Mary  Ann.  "Perhaps  she  will 
open  her  window  then." 

Hand  in  hand  they  floated  off  over  the  roof  very  near 
the  chimney.  Mary  Ann  coughed  a  little  because  she 

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breathed  in  some  of  the  smoke,  and  she  gave  a  little  cry 
of  fear  as  a  spark  sped  along  close  to  her  face,  but  the 
friendly  fairy  saw  that  no  harm  came  to  her.  Up,  up  they 
went  above  a  grove  of  pointed  pines  toward  a  quaint  little 
white  house  which  looked  like  a  dot,  it  was  so  very  far  below 
them.  As  they  came  nearer  they  saw  that  the  windows 
up-stairs  were  open,  for  the  draperies  were  blowing  out. 

"We  will  fly  straight  in/*  said  the  fairy,  and  so  they 
did  and  landed  right  on  the  foot  of  the  bed.  What  a  pretty 
room  it  was!  Everything  was  neat,  clean,  and  in  place. 
But  Mary  Ann  and  the  fairy  did  not  notice  the  room  very 
much,  for  in  one  corner  of  the  room  was  a  crib  with  a 
rosy-cheeked  baby  boy  who  was  fast  asleep.  In  another 
corner,  in  a  snowy-white  bed,  was  one  of  the  prettiest 
girls  Mary  Ann  ever  saw.  She  had  hair  as  black  as  a 
raven's  wing  and  her  lips  and  cheeks  were  as  red  as  those 
of  Mary's  doll. 

"How  soundly  she  sleeps  and  how  lovely  she  looks,"  said 
Mary  Ann.  Then,  glancing  first  at  the  fairy  and  then  at 
the  little  girl,  she  added,  "And  she  looks  like  you." 

The  fairy  smiled.  "She  is  one  of  my  best  friends.  I 
visit  her  every  night  and  in  the  daytime,  too,  for  she  loves 
to  play  out-of-doors." 

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"Lei's  not  visit  any  more  children  who  sleep  with 
closed  windows/'  said  Mary  Ann. 

"All  right,"  said  the  fairy.  "I  think  you  are  getting 
sleepy,  too,  so  home  we'll  go." 

And  taking  her  by  the  hand  the  fairy  flew  with  her 
through  the  window,  almost  running  into  a  bat  who  politely 
bowed  to  them  as  he  flew  quickly  away.  Up,  up  they 
went  until  the  little  white  house  was  no  longer  in  sight. 

"Do  you  see  the  tents?"  asked  the  fairy,  pointing  to 
the  lines  of  white  below.  "That's  where  the  soldiers  are 
camped.  I  visit  them  often,  for  they  work,  play,  and  sleep 
in  the  sunshine  and  under  the  stars.  They  are  fine  big 
fellows." 

"Please  tell  me,"  asked  Mary  Ann  as  they  flew  on, 
"whether  I  can  get  red  cheeks  and  lips  like  yours  if  I  sleep 
with  my  windows  open  and  play  out-of-doors?" 

"  I  can  help  you  a  great  deal,  but  there  are  other  fairies 
you  need  to  know." 

Just  then  their  feet  touched  the  window-sill  of  Mary 
Ann's  room  and  they  stepped  inside. 

The  pretty  fairy  tucked  her  in  bed. 

"Will  you  come  again?"  asked  Mary. 

"Gladly,  if  you  will  let  me." 

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"Sometimes/'  said  Mary,  "you  say  you  are  called  the 
Wind,  but  what  is  your  real  name?" 

"Look  under  your  pillow  in  the  morning  when  you 
wake  up  and  you  will  know/'  Then  she  kissed  her  on  each 
cheek,  gently  stroked  her  on  the  forehead,  whispered 
"Good  night/'  and  was  gone. 

The  next  morning  Mary  Ann  was  awakened  by  her 
mother's  voice  calling  "Breakfast,"  and  "Hurry  up,  Mary 
Ann,  or  you  will  be  late  for  school." 

She  scrambled  out  of  bed  and  rubbed  her  eyes.  She  did 
not  know  where  she  was  for  a  minute,  but  soon  she  remem- 
bered the  fairy.  "Did  I  dream?"  she  asked.  "Where  is  the 
fairy  now?"  Then  she  remembered  what  the  fairy  had  said 
about  looking  under  her  pillow.  Quickly  she  turned  over 
the  pillow.  There  it  was — a  tiny  white  envelope.  With 
eager  fingers  she  opened  it  and  this  is  what  she  read: 

"I  am  Fairy  Fresh  Air 

And  I  love  you, 
So  open  your  window 
And  let  me  come  through." 

How  eagerly  Jack  listened  to  Mary  Ann's  story  the 
next  morning.  "There,"  he  said,  "didn't  I  tell  you  there 
were  real  fairies?" 

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A  Strange  Letter 


"T  WISH  I  could  beat  the  other  boys  at  play/'  said  Jack 
JL  to  Mary  Ann  at  breakfast  one  morning.  "Do  you 
know,  we  had  a  race  at  school  yesterday;  every  one  of  the 
boys  in  our  room  came  in  ahead  of  me.  I  did  my  best,  but 
I  was  way  behind,  puffing  and  panting  like  a  tired  dog." 

"No,  thank  you,"  said  Jack  as  his  mother  offered  him 
a  dish  of  oatmeal.  "  I  don't  like  oatmeal,  but  I  would  like 
a  cup  of  coffee." 

"I  am  real  sorry,"  said  Mary  Ann,  thoughtfully,  "that 
you  can't  play  as  well  as  the  rest  of  the  boys.  I  must 
think  hard.  Perhaps  I  may  help  you.  Ah,  I  have  it!" 
she  said,  clapping  her  hands.  "Let's  write  a  letter  to  Fairy 
Fresh  Air.  I  know  she  would  be  glad  to  help  us  out." 

"I  hadn't  thought  of  that,"  exclaimed  Jack. 

"You  will  be  late  for  school,  children,  if  you  don't 
hurry,"  broke  in  their  mother. 

"Well,  we  can  write  it  this  afternoon,"  Mary  whis- 
pered to  her  brother. 

If  you  had  lived  near  Jack's  and  Mary  Ann's  house,  late 

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ets  wriie  a  letter    to 

Fair/  Fu&sh  Air. 


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that  afternoon  you  would  have  seen  them  stealing  out  under 
the  great  maple  tree  in  their  back  yard  with  paper  and 
pencil  in  their  hands.  This  is  what  they  wrote: 

"DEAR  FAIRY  FRESH  AIR: 

"We  are  in  great  trouble  and  we  wonder  whether  you 
can  and  will  help  us.  All  the  boys  in  Jack's  room  beat 
him  in  running  and  in  all  the  games  at  school.  Jack  would 
not  care  so  much  if  they  didn't  laugh  at  him.  He  some- 
times wishes  that  he  never  had  to  go  to  school  again.  Please, 
Fairy  Fresh  Air,  tell  us  what  we  can  do. 

"MARY  ANN  and  JACK." 

That  night,  as  the  stars  were  blinking,  Jack  and  Mary 
Ann  got  ready  for  bed.  But  before  they  said  their  prayers 
they  crept  slyly  out  into  the  garden  and  tucked  a  tiny 
envelope  into  a  beautiful  red  tulip  that  was  beginning  to 
close  up  for  the  night. 

"I  hope  we  will  get  an  answer  by  morning,"  they  whis- 
pered as  they  looked  out  of  their  open  window  down  into 
the  garden  where  the  moonbeams  played  over  the  fountain 
and  the  drowsy  flowers. 

Jack  was  the  first  to  awake  the  next  morning.  He 
quickly  dressed  himself  and  ran  to  Mary  Ann's  door.  He 

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gently  pounded  on  the  door  and  whispered,  "  Do  wake  up, 
Mary  Ann.  It's  morning  and  we  must  go  to  see  if  the  Fresh 
Air  Fairy  has  really  left  us  a  letter." 

Very  soon  Mary  Ann  was  ready  and  they  went  down- 
stairs carefully,  because  father  and  mother  were  not  yet 
awake.  It  was  a  beautiful  morning.  The  big  red  sun  was 
just  peeping  above  the  hills  and  the  dew  sparkled  like 
diamonds  on  the  grass  and  flowers.  But  they  saw  little 
of  the  beauty  of  the  morning  as  they  dashed  on  toward 
the  tulip  bed. 

"It's  in  the  big  red  tulip,"  said  Mary  Ann.  And  there 
it  was,  a  dainty  little  note  in  a  tiny  envelope. 

How  quickly  they  opened  it!    This  is  what  they  read: 

"DEAR  CHILDREN: 

"I  was  so  happy  to  get  your  letter,  but  sorry  to  hear 
that  Jack  was  in  trouble.  Of  course  I  can  help  you.  It 
was  so  nice  of  you  to  ask  me.  Wake  up  to-morrow  morning 
at  four  o'clock  and  look  out  of  the  kitchen  window  toward 
the  back  piazza.  Wait,  listen,  and  look  and  you  will  see 
and  hear  things  that  will  surprise  you.  Write  to  me  again. 

"Lovingly, 

"FAIRY  FRESH  AIR." 
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The  Surprise 


"T  T  THAT  do  you  suppose  it  means?"  asked  Jack,  after 
VV  they  had  read  the  fairy's  letter. 

"I  am  sure  I  don't  know,"  replied  his  sister.  "It  does 
seem  to  be  a  queer  thing  to  do,  but  the  dear  little  fairy  is 
so  nice  that  she  would  not  ask  us  to  get  up  so  early  in  the 
morning  and  watch  in  the  kitchen  unless  it  would  help  us." 

"  I  think  you  are  right,  Mary  Ann.  At  least,  it's  worth 
trying,  for  I  must  win  some  of  the  races  at  school." 

Father  and  mother  must  not  know  what  they  were 
thinking  of  doing.  If  they  were  caught  getting  up  so  early 
in  the  morning  they  would  quickly  be  sent  back  to  bed. 
Before  they  went  to  sleep  everything  was  planned. 

Mary  set  the  alarm  for  four  o'clock  and  put  the  clock 
under  her  pillow.  It  was  a  long  time  before  she  went  to 
sleep,  because  she  was  wondering  what  the  surprise  would 
be  that  the  Fresh  Air  Fairy  told  them  to  expect.  At  last 
her  eyes  grew  heavy  and  soon  she  was  fast  asleep. 

*  Ting-a-ling !  a-ling !  a-ling !  a-ling !  a-ling !' '  Mary  awoke 
with  a  start  and  pressed  the  pillow  down  hard  on  the  clock 

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nextmomim  they  afe  all  their 
oatmeal  and  amnk  ikar  milk 


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so  the  alarm  could  not  be  heard.  Finally  the  bell  stopped 
ringing.  Mary  Ann  tiptoed  across  the  hall  to  Jack's  room. 
Soon  they  were  on  their  way  down-stairs.  The  house 
seemed  so  big  and  quiet.  It  was  still  dark  and  they  felt 
a  little  afraid.  "Scratch,  scratch,  scratch!"  They  almost 
fell  down-stairs  and  their  little  hearts  went  pit-a-pat  until 
they  guessed  that  it  must  have  been  a  mouse. 

"Oh!  that  scared  me/'  said  Mary  Ann  as  she  huddled 
close  to  Jack  and  squeezed  his  hand. 

Now  they  were  in  the  kitchen.  Mother's  big  white 
apron  almost  made  them  cry  out.  At  first  they  thought  it 
was  a  ghost.  Father's  coat  on  the  nail  back  of  the  door 
looked  like  some  strange  man.  At  last  they  found  their 
way  to  the  window  and  looked  out  into  the  back  yard. 

Jack  and  Mary  Ann  waited  and  waited.  The  little 
clock  on  the  kitchen  shelf  spoke,  "Tick-tock,  tick-tock, 
tick-tock."  How  silent  everything  was!  Would  the  sur- 
prise never  come? 

"Ah,  what  was  that?"  whispered  Jack.  They  heard 
voices  outside  the  open  window,  and  what  do  you  suppose 
they  saw?  The  milk  bottles  were  walking  around  and 
talking  to  each  other. 

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"Sh-sh-sh!"  said  Jack.  "Listen  or  we  shall  scare  them 
away." 

"Do  you  know  who  lives  here?"  asked  one  of  the  voices. 

"Yes,"  replied  another.  "Mary  Ann,  who  is  a  very 
pale  little  girl,  and  a  delicate  boy  called  Jack." 

"They  are  not  friends  of  ours,"  spoke  a  third  voice. 
"They  will  have  nothing  to  do  with  us  or  our  good  partner 
Oatmeal  who  sits  at  their  breakfast  table  every  morning." 

The  first  milk  bottle  chimed  in  with,  "  I  am  sorry  to 
say  you  are  right,  but  what  a  pity.  Charles,  who  lives 
on  the  next  street,  is  very  fond  of  us.  You  remember  him. 
Partly  through  our  help  he  wins  in  the  school  races  and 
games  nearly  every  day." 

Jack  gritted  his  teeth. 

"Yes,"  said  another,  "and  Helen,  who  lives  down  by 
the  pine  grove,  is  such  a  pretty  girl,  with  such  nice  red 
cheeks.  She  is  our  friend,  too." 

Mary  Ann  sighed. 

The  same  voice  went  on:  "I  am  very  glad  to  have  such 
fine  friends  as  Charlie  and  Helen.  It  makes  me  want  to 
dance  and  sing."  So  they  took  hold  of  hands  and  waltzed 
down  the  steps,  up  to  the  garden  gate,  along  the  picket 
fence,  through  the  flower  bed  and  back  to  the  piazza. 

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"  I  think  Jack  and  Mary  will  soon  learn  to  be  our  friends/' 
said  one  of  the  bottles  as  they  paused  to  catch  their  breath. 

"Ring!  Bang!  Rattle!  Rattle!"  went  the  pots  and 
pans  on  the  kitchen  shelf.  Jack  and  Mary  jumped  and 
the  milk  bottles  cried  out  in  alarm. 

What  was  it  that  jumped  from  the  kitchen  shelf  to  the 
table  in  front  of  the  window?  Why,  first  it  was  the  Coffee- 
pot and  then  the  Teapot.  The  Coffee-pot  was  black  with 
rage  and  the  Teapot  was  green  with  envy.  They  shook  their 
fists  at  the  milk  bottles,  stamped  their  feet,  made  up  awful 
faces,  and  shouted:  "Jack  and  Mary  Ann  are  our  friends. 
You  shan't  have  them  for  your  friends.  No!  No!!  No!!!" 

Just  then  Jack  and  Mary  Ann  heard  a  step  on  the  back 
stairs.  It  was  mother  coming  down  to  get  breakfast,  so 
they  scampered  off  up  the  front  stairs  to  lie  in  bed  until 
they  were  called. 

That  morning  at  breakfast  both  Jack  and  Mary 
Ann  ate  all  their  oatmeal  and  drank  their  milk  without 
saying  a  word.  Was  it  their  fancy,  or  did  the  oatmeal 
dish  and  milk  pitcher  smile  pleasantly  while  the  coffee-pot 
frowned  and  looked  ugly?  And  did  the  milk  pitcher  really 
gurgle  with  laughter  as  Jack  poured  out  the  milk  on  his 
oatmeal?  Do  you  know?  I  think  you  do. 

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The  Fairies'  Party 


JACK  and  Mary  Ann  were  on  their  way  home  from  school. 
"Do   you   know?"   said  Jack,  "I  am  beginning  to 
feel  much  stronger  since  I  began  to  be  more  friendly  with 
Oatmeal  and  Milk.    See!"    And  he  ran  and  jumped  across 
the  brook  with  a  shout. 

"We  had  another  race  in  our  grade  to-day,"  he  went 
on,  "and  I  wasn't  the  last.  I  beat  Frank  and  Howard. 
I  think  they  are  quite  friendly  with  Coffee  and  Tea.  But," 
he  added,  "I  am  not  getting  along  fast  enough.  What 
can  we  do?" 

"Why  can't  we  ask  our  little  friend,  Fairy  Fresh  Air? 
She  always  helps  us  out,"  said  Mary  Ann,  whose  face  was 
now  getting  more  round  and  pink  every  day. 

"Good,"  replied  Jack.    "Let's  ask  her." 

Just  as  they  reached  the  front  gate  a  golden  butterfly 
floating  near  dropped  a  tiny  green  envelope  down  in  front 
of  them.  On  it  was  written:  "For  Jack  and  Mary  Ann." 

Mary  was  the  first  to  get  it.  "Hurrah!"  she  cried. 
"It's  a  party." 

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urrafi!  nj  a   party. 

I        c^7 


"A  party?    What  do  you  mean?"  asked  Jack. 
This  is  what  the  letter  said: 

"DEAR  CHILDREN: 

"All  the  fairies  friendly  to  little  children  are  to  have  a 
party  next  Saturday  afternoon  on  Green  Hill.  Please 
come. 

"FAIRY  FRESH  AIR." 

"Of  course,  we'll  go/'  shouted  Jack. 

"Isn't  it  nice  to  be  going  to  a  fairies'  party?"  said  Mary 
Ann  as  they  started  up  Green  Hill.  "If  they  are  all  as  nice 
as  my  Fairy  Fresh  Air,  I  am  sure  I  shall  like  them." 

"Ah,  here  you  are!"  said  a  soft  sweet  voice,  and  Fairy 
Fresh  Air  stepped  out  from  behind  a  pine  tree.  "  I  am  glad 
to  see  you,  Mary  Ann,  and  this,  I  know,  is  Jack,"  she  said, 
taking  him  by  one  hand  and  Mary  Ann  by  the  other.  So 
they  climbed  the  hill.  As  they  went  on,  Fairy  Fresh  Air 
told  them  about  the  knights  whom  they  would  soon  meet. 

Suddenly  there  was  a  click  like  the  snap  of  a  gun  and 
a  voice  rang  out: 

"Stop!    Who  goes  there?" 

"It's  I,  Fairy  Fresh  Air,  and  two  little  friends." 

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Looking  up,  the  children  saw  a  soldier-like  knight 
standing  on  a  rock,  gun  in  hand.  His  armor  was  pure 
white,  as  clean  as  newly  fallen  snow.  They  knew  it  must 
be  Sir  Cleanliness. 

A  little  later  they  were  stopped  again,  this  time  by  a 
very  bright  light  which  was  so  strong  that  for  awhile  they 
could  not  see.  In  the  midst  of  this  great  brightness  stood 
another  knight  wearing  a  suit  of  gold.  Everything  he  had 
was  of  gold,  even  to  his  bow  and  arrows.  This  they  knew 
must  be  Sir  Sunshine. 

The  two  knights  came  up  to  greet  them,  and  as  they 
came  nearer  Fairy  Fresh  Air  turned  to  the  children  and 
said: 

"These  two  knights  I  want  you  to  know, 
They  make  children  healthy  wherever  they  go." 

After  talking  with  them  in  a  friendly  way  for  a  little 
while,  Sir  Cleanliness  and  Sir  Sunshine  turned  to  go  back 
to  their  posts.  They  were  to  be  the  guards  for  the  after- 
noon party. 

'Oh,"  cried  Jack,  pointing  to  Sir  Sunshine,  "what  does 
he  do  with  his  bow  and  arrows? " 

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Just  then  a  nut  fell  down  from  a  tree  almost  hitting 
Jack  on  the  head. 

"Dig  a  hole  for  the  nut  and  cover  it  up  and  we  shall 
soon  see/'  spoke  Fairy  Fresh  Air. 

Then  Sir  Sunshine  shot  one  golden  arrow  after  another 
into  the  dirt  where  the  nut  was  planted. 

"I  wish  I  could  shoot  as  straight  as  that/'  thought  Jack. 

What  was  that  slowly  rising  from  the  ground?  First 
one  little  green  leaf  and  then  another  and  another  until 
the  children  saw  a  little  tree,  and  as  they  watched,  it  grew 
bigger  and  bigger  until  it  was  a  big  tree  and  had  so  many 
leaves  they  could  not  see  the  sky. 

"I  never  knew  before  that  arrows  made  things  grow," 
said  Mary  Ann.  "I  thought  they  killed  everything." 

"So  do  these  golden  arrows  sometimes,"  replied  Fairy 
Fresh  Air.  "They  often  wound  and  kill  those  who  harm 
little  children.  Is  it  not  so,  Sir  Sunshine?" 

"Yes,"  was  the  answer;  "before  the  day  is  over  I  may 
shoot  to  wound  or  even  kill." 

"Good-by,"  said  Jack.  "Some  other  time  I  want  to 
see  you  shoot  again." 

Farther  up  the  hill  went  Fairy  Fresh  Air  and  the  children. 

"See,  this  is  the  place  for  the  party,"  said  Fairy  Fresh 

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Air,  pointing  to  an  open  place  on  the  side  of  the  hill  where 
some  strange  little  people  seemed  to  be  playing. 

Across  the  green  came  a  little  fat  fellow  with  a  smiling 
face  like  the  full  moon. 

"Welcome  to  our  party,  children/'  he  began. 

He  had  such  a  fat  jolly  face  that  Jack  and  Mary  Ann 
began  to  smile,  too. 

"Mr.  Happiness  never  forgets  to  come  to  our  parties/' 
explained  Fairy  Fresh  Air.  "And  here  is  the  Vegetable 
family.  Jack  and  Mary  Ann,  meet  Miss  Spinach,  Miss 
Carrot,  Miss  Potato,  and  Miss  Lettuce,  and  their  brothers, 
Billy  Beet,  Tommy  Onion,  Teddy  String  Beans,  Charlie 
Squash/' 

"We  are  very  glad  to  meet  you/'  they  cried,  with  one 
voice,  bowing  to  the  children  one  by  one. 

"Who  is  that?"  asked  Jack,  pointing  to  a  big  fellow 
with  large  muscles  who  seemed  to  be  having  a  great  deal 
of  fun.  He  could  climb  a  tree  just  as  easily  as  a  fly  walks 
up  a  kitchen  wall.  Once  Jack  saw  him  hit  a  ball  so  hard 
that  it  went  way  up  above  the  white  clouds  and  never 
came  back  again. 

"That,"  said  Fairy  Fresh  Air,  "is  Daddy  Exercise. 
Children  always  like  him.  and  everybody  calls  him  Daddy." 

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Some  of  the  other  friendly  fairies  the  children  met  were 
the  Fruit  family,  with  whom  they  fell  deeply  in  love.  Mary 
Ann  thought  that  Miss  Strawberry  was  the  sweetest  of 
all,  but  Jack  lost  his  heart  to  Miss  Orange.  Then  there  was 
Auntie  Toothbrush,  who  looked  quite  serious  and  scratchy, 
and  Grandma  Washcloth,  who  had  very  sharp  eyes 
and  was  very  curious.  She  looked  closely  at  Jack's 
and  Mary  Ann's  face  and  hands  and  seemed  to  be 
pleased.  One  of  the  most  quiet  and  restful  fairies  was 
Dame  Sleep. 

Of  course,  Mr.  Oatmeal  and  Mr.  Milk  Pitcher  both 
were  there  with  their  nice  smile,  and  everybody  liked  Mrs. 
Water  Pitcher.  Then  there  was  tiny  Miss  Helpfulness,  who, 
with  the  aid  of  Mr.  Happiness,  led  Jack  and  Mary  Ann  to 
the  snowy-white  tablecloths  spread  under  the  oaks  where 
they  were  to  have  the  big  dinner. 

"I  wonder/'  said  Mary  Ann,  "whether  Mr.  Happiness 
and  Miss  Helpfulness  are  not  thinking  of  getting  married, 
they  seem  to  like  each  other  so  much." 

While  they  were  chatting  with  the  fairy  folk  there  was 
a  great  noise,  and  stones  began  to  fall  around  them  like  a 
shower  of  rain.  Soon  the  knights  Cleanliness  and  Sunshine 
came  on  the  run,  calling  out: 

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"Quick,  the  Grimyjoes  are  coming!" 

All  along  the  hill  the  friendly  fairies  took  up  the  cry: 

"The  Grimyjoes  are  coming! 
Hark,  I  think  I  hear  them  running, 
For  a  battle  on  the  hill, 
For  a  battle  on  the  hill. 

"Let's  all  be  in  our  places, 
With  bright  and  smiling  faces, 
For  we  shall  win  the  day, 
For  we  shall  win  the  day!" 


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ftowuj 
HBHM 


Af//  IV^O    With 

the  rascals" 


The  Battle  on  the  Hill 

JACK  had  read  in  his  story-books  about  battles.  He 
had  always  wanted  to  see  a  real  one,  and  now  he  was 
to  have  his  wish. 

Up  the  hill  came  the  Grimyjoes.  Some  had  knives  and 
others  had  clubs  and  stones  in  their  dirty  hands.  Their 
finger-nails  were  very  long  and  black.  Jack  and  Mary  Ann 
had  never  seen  so  many  wicked  and  cruel  faces  before. 
Mary  shivered,  and  great  big  tears  came  into  her  eyes  and 
began  to  chase  each  other  down  her  cheeks. 

"Ho!  Ho!"  laughed  the  little  fat  man  called  Mr. 
Happiness.  "Don't  be  afraid.  We  have  had  many  a 
merry  fight  with  them,  and  we  always  get  the  best  of 
them." 

"I  am  not  afraid,"  said  Jack  stoutly,  looking  very  pale 
but  standing  very  straight. 

Mary  began  to  smile.  She  soon  forgot  her  tears  in 
watching  what  happened. 

On  and  on  came  the  Grimyjoes  with  their  black  and 
greasy  faces.  Miss  Cleanliness  pointed  them  out  one  by 

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one.  There  were  the  families  of  Filth,  Disease  and  Un- 
happiness,  all  terrible  to  look  upon,  and  back  of  them  were 
Mr.  Pickle,  Miss  Doughnut  and  Miss  Frying-pan.  Then 
there  were  many  others,  like  Mr.  Common  Colds,  Mrs. 
Headache  and  Miss  Rheumatism.  Among  these  sour  and 
scowling  faces,  Jack  and  Mary  Ann  saw  Mr.  Coffee-pot, 
black  as  ever,  and  Mrs.  Teapot,  who  stamped  her  feet 
just  as  she  had  in  their  mother's  kitchen.  None  of  the 
Grimyjoes  smiled  or  looked  the  least  bit  pleasant.  When 
they  growled  many  of  them  showed  their  dirty  teeth. 
Jack  and  Mary  Ann  noticed  that  many  of  them  were 
missing. 

"I  should  think  they  would  lose  their  teeth,"  thought 
Mary  Ann,  "if  they  never  keep  them  clean." 

The  children  noticed  that  most  of  the  Grimyjoes  had 
very  crooked  backs  and  nearly  all  of  them  growled  and 
scowled. 

"I  hope  we  do  beat  them,"  said  Jack  as  a  big  stone 
whistled  past  his  ear. 

The  friendly  fairies  now  began  to  fight.  Just  as  Filth 
was  about  to  hit  Mary  Ann  over  the  head  with  a  club,  Sir 
Cleanliness  lifted  his  gun,  this  time  to  kill.  Bang!  Filth 
fell  to  earth,  bleeding.  Jack  watched  Sir  Sunshine  fitting 

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the  golden  arrows  to  his  bow.  He  was  now  taking  a  very 
long  one.  Ping!  It  found  its  way  to  some  of  the  Disease 
family,  who  never  spoke  again. 

Jack  and  Mary  Ann  could  see  that  the  friendly  fairies 
were  winning  the  fight.  The  Grimyjoes  began  to  hide  be- 
hind the  trees.  Soon  Mr.  Pickle  ran  out  from  behind  a 
big  rock  with  a  white  handkerchief  tied  to  the  end  of  a  stick. 
In  war  a  piece  of  white  cloth  means,  "Let's  stop  fighting 
now  for  awhile  and  talk/'  Everything  became  very  quiet. 
Nobody  spoke.  Nothing  was  heard  but  the  leaves  rustling 
in  the  wind.  Finally  Mr.  Pickle  moved  forward.  Slowly 
he  came  nearer  until  you  could  see  his  green  eyes  and 
rough  skin.  How  peppery  and  sour  he  looked! 

"We  are  tired  of  fighting/'  he  said.  "Let's  have  a  tug 
of  war  to  see  who  is  the  stronger.  If  you  can  pull  us  up 
to  the  top  of  the  hill  we  will  be  beaten;  but — if  we  pull  you 
down — you  will  be  beaten." 

"All  right.    We  agree,"  said  Fairy  Fresh  Air. 

So  Daddy  Exercise  ran  up  the  side  of  a  tree  to  cut  down 
a  big  grapevine  which  would  do  for  a  rope. 

Then  Jack  and  Mary  Ann  began  to  get  in  position  on 
the  end  of  the  rope,  but  those  horrid  Grimyjoes  did  not 
wait  for  everybody  to  get  ready,  but  tugged  and  yanked 

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till  they  had  dragged  the  friendly  fairies  half-way  down  the 
hill.  Jack  hit  his  head  on  a  tree  and  Mary  Ann  scratched 
her  face  and  hands  on  some  briars. 

"Can't  we  stop  them?"  groaned  Jack. 

"Oh,  dear,  I  am  afraid  I  must  let  go,"  sobbed  Mary 
Ann. 

"Where  is  Daddy  Exercise?"  sighed  Mr.  Oatmeal.  "He 
could  help  us." 

Just  then  there  was  a  big  shout  from  the  top  of  the 
hill.  It  was  Daddy  Exercise.  "Hold  on!"  he  yelled.  "I'm 
coming."  As  quickly  as  you  could  wink  your  eye  he  was 
there.  How  red  his  face  was  and  how  his  eyes  sparkled! 
As  soon  as  he  began  to  pull,  the  children  felt  themselves 
slowing  down. 

"Now  up  the  hill  we  go  with  the  rascals,"  cried  Daddy 
Exercise. 

Mr.  Disease  and  his  cousins  and  brothers  gritted  their 
teeth  and  growled.  Mr.  Coffee-pot  groaned.  Mr.  Pickle 
was  more  sour  than  ever.  Slowly  up  the  hill  the  Grimyjoes 
were  dragged. 

"They  will  learn  some  day  that  we  are  their  masters," 
said  Sir  Sunshine. 

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Just  before  they  reached  the  top  of  the  hill,  Daddy 
Exercise  gave  such  a  big,  quick  pull  that  the  Grimyjoes 
suddenly  let  go.  Jack  and  Mary  Ann  sat  down  on  the 
ground  in  surprise.  When  they  did  get  up  and  look  down 
the  hill,  what  a  funny  sight  it  was!  Mr.  Coffee-pot  had 
his  arms  around  Mrs.  Teapot.  They  both  looked  very 
much  frightened.  "Rattle!  Rattle!  Rattle!"  they  cried 
as  far  as  they  could  be  seen.  Mr.  Frying-pan  was  scream- 
ing, "Clinkety!  Clinkety!  Clink!"  Mr.  Unhappiness  was 
rolling  over  and  over,  yelling  loudly,  "Ough!  Ough! 
0-u-g-h!"  Sir  Cleanliness  fired  his  gun  and  Sir  Sunshine 
shot  his  arrows  until  not  a  single  Grimyjoe  was  to  be  seen. 

"Hurrah!  we  won/'  shouted  Daddy  Exercise. 

"I  am  so  glad,"  smiled  Mr.  Happiness. 

"Come,  let  us  dance,"  said  little  Miss  Helpfulness,  and 
they  did.  Mary  Ann's  partner  was  Fairy  Fresh  Air  and 
Jack  danced  with  Miss  Spinach. 

So  they  danced  and  laughed  and  ate  and  sang  until 
the  big  red  sun  began  to  dip  below  the  pines. 

"Isn't  it  time  for  Jack  and  Mary  Ann  to  start  for 
home?"  asked  Dame  Sleep  softly,  touching  the  strings  of 
her  harp. 

"Yes,  Dame  Sleep,"  answered  the  two  children. 

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The  friendly  fairies  then  stood  in  a  long  row,  and  as 
Jack  and  Mary  Ann  went  by  they  all  shook  their  hands, 
and  every  fairy  had  something  nice  to  say. 

"We  have  had  such  a  good  time/'  said  Jack  and  Mary 
Ann.  "We  are  going  to  know  you  better  from  now  on/' 

"Good-by.  Keep  away  from  the  Grimyjoes,"  sang  the 
good  fairies  as  they  kissed  their  fingertips  to  the  children 
who  began  to  run  down  the  hill.  When  they  were  half  way 
down  they  turned  to  look  back.  There  were  the  friendly 
fairies  still  dancing,  and  this  is  the  song  they  were  singing: 

"We  can  beat  the  Grimyjoes! 
We  stepped  right  on  their  toes! 
We  made  them  fall  and  bump  their  nose! 
Death  to  the  Grimyjoes!" 


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The  Playhouse  in  the  Woods 

BACK  of  the  house  where  Jack  and  Mary  Ann  lived 
there  was  a  little  path  which  ran  down  into  the  wood. 
There  was  the  brook  which  sang  all  day  long,  and  nearby 
the  big  pond  where  the  frogs  had  their  spring  concerts. 
Some  sang  "kerchog,  kerchog"  with  very  hoarse  voices, 
while  others  sang  in  soft,  sweet  tones.  Near  the  pond  the 
children  built  a  playhouse  of  brush.  You  should  have  seen 
it.  Inside  were  four  old  chairs  brought  down  from  the 
attic.  Two  were  for  visitors.  'An  old  box  was  used  as  a 
table.  There  was  also  a  cunning  stove  made  of  brick. 
Hanging  from  the  ceiling  was  a  basket,  and  in  it  was  one 
of  the  rosiest-cheeked  dolls  you  ever  saw.  It  was  one  Mary 
Ann's  mother  gave  her  for  Christmas.  Jack  and  his  sister 
had  great  fun  making  the  basket  and  fastening  it  to  the 
roof  with  bits  of  bark.  How  Mary  Ann  loved  to  swing  the 
basket  and  sing  the  dollie  to  sleep! 

Several  days  after  the  party  on  Green  Hill,  Jack  and 
Mary  Ann  were  busy  in  their  playhouse.  Mary  Ann  was 
washing  the  doll's  clothes  so  that  they  might  be  just  as  white 
as  those  of  Sir  Cleanliness.  Jack  was  making  a  toy  boat, 

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"Jack/'  asked  Mary  Ann,  "how  would  you  like  to  be  a 
Grimyjoe?" 

"  I  wouldn't  like  it, ' '  he  said.  "  Their  faces,  hands,  and  teeth 
are  too  dirty  and  their  fingernails  are  too  long  and  black. 
Ugh ! ' '  Jack  looked  at  his  face  in  the  mirror.  It  was  very  clean 
forhehad  just  washed  it  in  theclear  sparkling  water  of  the  brook. 

"Of  course,  we  both  like  the  friendly  fairies  best," 
said  Mary  Ann.  "Which  is  your  favorite?" 

"I  like  them  all,"  replied  Jack,  "but  I  think  Daddy 
Exercise  is  splendid.  He  stands  so  straight  and  he  is  so 
strong.  Think  what  he  did  for  us  in  the  fight  with  the 
Grimyjoes."  He  sighed.  "If  I  were  only  as  strong  as  he 
is  I  should  do  much  better  in  our  school  races.  Did  you 
see  him  hit  that  ball?  It  went  away  above  the  clouds  and 
never  came  back  again.  If  I  could  be  half  as  strong  as 
Daddy  Exercise  I  should  be  the  happiest  boy  in  the  whole 
world.  Your  favorite  is  Fairy  Fresh  Air,  isn't  it?" 

Before  Mary  Ann  could  answer  there  was  a  rustle  in 
the  leaves  outside,  and  somebody  began  to  whistle  the  tune 
they  had  heard  up  on  Green  Hill. 

"We  can  beat  the  Grimyjoes! 
We  stepped  right  on  their  toes! 
We  made  them  fall  and  bump  their  nose! 
Death  to  the  Grimyjoes!" 
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rbe  bw  and  slrorwjfpu  must 
fmlof  all  weigh  enough. "  / 
<&*-          <r^~     / 


"Come  in,"  said  Jack. 

"I  can't,"  spoke  a  cheerful  voice  outside.  "Your  house 
is  too  small.  I  can't  get  in." 

"Oh,"  said  Jack,  peeking  out  through  the  door,  "it 
looks  like  Daddy  Exercise." 

"So  it  is,"  said  the  big  man,  shaking  him  by  the  hand. 

"I'm  sorry  our  house  is  so  small  that  you  can't  sit  in 
here  and  visit  with  us." 

"Never  mind.  I  will  sit  on  this  stump.  But  you  don't 
look  very  happy  this  morning.  What  is  the  matter?" 

1 '  The  truth  is, "  said  Jack, ' '  I  want  to  be  able  to  keep  up  with 
the  other  boys  in  their  games  and  races  at  school.  I  am  doing 
better  than  I  did,  but  I  am  still  behind  most  of  the  boys.  I 
want  to  be  strong  and  run  fast  like  you.  How  can  I  do  it?  " 

Daddy  Exercise  looked  him  over  from  head  to  toe. 

"Well,"  he  said,  "to  be  big  and  strong  you  must  first 
of  all  weigh  enough.  How  old  are  you?" 

"Nine." 

"How  tall  are  you?"    Jack  didn't  know. 

"How  much  do  you  weigh?"    Jack  again  did  not  know. 

Daddy  Exercise  took  a  pencil  out  of  his  pocket  and  asked 
Jack  to  stand  up  in  the  doorway.  He  then  made  a  mark 
on  a  level  with  Jack's  head. 

"My  pocket  rule  says  that  you  are  fifty  inches  high." 
He  thought  a  moment.  "You  ought  to  weigh  sixty  pounds. 

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Go  down  to  Mr.  Griggs'  grocery  store  and  get  weighed. 
If  you  don't  weigh  what  you  should  you  need  to  listen  care- 
fully to  what  all  the  friendly  fairies  have  to  say.  Become 
a  close  friend  of  Fairy  Fresh  Air,  Mr.  Oatmeal,  Miss  Spinach 
and  the  others.  Run  and  walk  a  good  deal  in  the  open  air 
every  day.  When  you  do  this  you  will  weigh  what  you 
ought  to  and  you  will  not  be  last  in  the  games  and  races." 

"Please,  Daddy  Exercise/'  said  Mary  Ann,  "I  want  to 
be  strong,  too,  and  have  red  cheeks.  What  can  I  do  more 
than  I  am  doing?"  Daddy  Exercise  asked  her  the  same 
questions  he  had  asked  Jack.  Mary  Ann  was  measured,  too. 

"A  girl  seven  years  old  as  tall  as  you  ought  to  weigh 
forty-seven  pounds.  You  are  a  good  friend  of  Fairy  Fresh 
Air.  That  is  fine,  but  there  are  other  friendly  fairies  you 
probably  need  to  know  much  better." 

"I  will  try  hard,"  said  Mary  Ann. 

"  Good-by , ' '  said  Daddy  Exercise.  "  I  must  go  to  dinner,  I 
will  hear  from  you  later,  and  he  went  down  the  path  singing: 

"We  can  beat  the  Grimyjoes! 
We  stepped  right  on  their  toes! 
We  made  them  fall  and  bump  their  nose! 
Death  to  the  Grimyjoes!" 

•    "Come  again,"  said  Jack  and  Mary  Ann,  waving  their 
handkerchiefs. 

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That  noon  at  the  dinner  table  Mary  Ann  said,  "Please, 
mother,  I  would  like  another  glass  of  milk/' 

"And  so  would  I,  and  some  more  spinach,  too,"  said  Jack. 

"I  am  glad  to  see  you  drink  so  much  milk  and  eat  so 
many  green  vegetables.  They  will  make  you  strong  and 
healthy." 

"  Yes,  that's  the  way  to  beat  the  Grimyjoes, ' '  added  Mary. 

"Who  are  they?" 

"Don't  you  know  who  the  Grimyjoes  are?  Why,  they 
are  the  ugly  little  people  with  dirty  hands  and  faces, 
long  black  fingernails  and  humped  backs.  They  hurt  little 
children  and  keep  them  from  getting  strong  and  healthy." 

"I  never  heard  their  names  before,"  said  their  father, 
"but  I  am  sure  cleanliness,  oatmeal,  milk,  spinach,  fruit, 
fresh  air  and  vegetables  are  good  friends  who  will  help 
you  along  in  play  and  work." 

If  you  had  been  down  to  the  playhouse  one  afternoon 
a  few  weeks  later  you  would  have  seen  Jack  and  Mary  Ann 
looking  at  some  pieces  of  birch  bark  on  the  wall. 

Jack's  looked  like  this:        Mary's  looked  like  this: 

52  42 

55  44 

56  45 

57  45 
55  43 

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Both  Jack  and  Mary  Ann  had  thoughtful  faces. 

"Oh,  dear,  "said  Mary  Ann, "  I  have  lost  two  pounds.  I  did 
so  want  to  weigh  as  much  as  Daddy  Exercise  thinks  I  should." 

"And  I  have  lost,  too,"  said  Jack.  "  It's  queer  we  should 

both  lose  at  the  same  time.    Why  did  it  happen?    Have  we 

been  true  to  all  our  friends?     Let  us  think.     We  have 

welcomed  Fairy  Fresh  Air,  Mr.  Oatmeal — and — and — Yes 

—I  think  I  know  what  the  trouble  is." 

"What?" 

"Well,  you  know  that  for  the  last  few  weeks  after  we 
went  to  bed  we  turned  our  lights  on  again  and  looked  at 
picture-books  and  read  stories  a  long  time.  We  have  been 
slow  to  make  good  friends  with  Dame  Sleep." 

"I  guess  you  must  be  right,"  said  Mary  Ann.  "We 
must  not  do  it  again.  That  is  not  the  way  to  beat  the 
Grimyjoes.  When  I  go  to  bed  to-night  I  am  going  to  sing 
a  song  to  Dame  Sleep.  This  is  what  I  am  going  to  sing: 

"Dame  Sleep,  with  your  harp 

That  so  gaily  sings, 
Oh,  waft  me  away 
On  drowsy  wings." 


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The  Picnic  and  the  Fairies1  Gifts 

IT  was  the  last  day  of  school.  A  big  American  flag 
waved  from  the  top  of  the  school-house.  The  village  band 
was  playing  gaily  as  it  marched  down  the  street.  Mothers, 
fathers,  sisters,  brothers,  aunts  and  uncles  were  coming 
with  big  baskets  of  "goodies"  for  the  school  picnic. 

At  half-past  ten  the  sports  and  games  were  to  begin. 
The  little  children  played  "Ring-around-a-rosy,"  "Lon- 
don Bridge  is  falling  down"  and  many  other  games  which 
all  little  children  love.  The  older  children  played  base- 
ball, croquet  and  tennis.  How  eagerly  everybody  waited 
for  the  boys'  races!  The  boys  in  every  grade  were  to  race. 
At  last  the  boys  in  the  third  grade,  Jack's  grade,  began  to 
get  ready. 

"Now,"  said  Jack  to  Mary  Ann,  "I  ought  to  win.  I 
weigh  sixty-three  pounds,  and  I  have  tried  to  do  everything 
the  friendly  fairies  would  have  me  do.  I  feel  very  strong. 
I  am  sure  I  won't  be  last,  for  I  have  been  doing  better  every 
week." 

"Ihopeyouwillbefirst/'saidMaryAnn.  " I  am  glad,  too, 
that  I  weigh  as  much  as  Daddy  Exercise  thinks  I  should." 

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The  boys  of  the  third  grade  now  had  their  toes  on  a 
long  mark  scratched  on  the  ground. 

"Get  ready!  Go!"  said  the  teacher.  Off  they  went 
like  the  wind.  They  were  now  half  way  across  the  field. 
Jack  was  third.  James  Smith  and  Anson  Gray  were 
ahead. 

Slowly,  very  slowly,  Jack  gained.  He  passed  James. 
Now  he  was  even  with  Anson.  His  face  was  very  red  and 
he  was  breathing  hard,  but  he  went  over  the  line — first! 

"Jack  is  first;  Anson  Gray,  second;  and  James  Smith 
third,"  sang  out  Dick  Brown  through  his  megaphone. 
Just  then  the  band  began  to  play  "Yankee  Doodle." 

I  can't  begin  to  tell  you  about  the  many  good  things 
everybody  had  to  eat  for  dinner,  nor  much  about  the  music 
and  speeches  they  had  in  the  afternoon.  Mary  Ann  spoke 
a  piece  on  "How  to  Beat  the  Grimyjoes."  If  you  are  a  good 
guesser  you  may  guess  what  she  said.  Try  it! 

How  proud  the  fathers  and  mothers  were  of  their  chil- 
dren! How  proud  Jack's  father  was  of  him!  "I  knew 
you  would  do  well,  my  boy,"  he  said.  "If  you  keep  on 
trying,  perhaps  when  you  go  to  college  you  may  be  catcher 
on  the  baseball  team  like  your  father." 

There  is  just  one  thing  more  I  must  tell  you  about 
before  our  story  closes. 

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lack  went  over  the  line  -  Tivsl 


That  night  Jack  and  Mary  Ann  were  tired  and  soon  fell 
fast  asleep,  but  Mary  Ann  awoke  in  the  night  with  a  start. 
The  moonlight  was  streaming  in  through  the  open  windows 
and  the  leaves  were  gently  stirring.  Mary  Ann  thought 
she  heard  voices. 

"Jack!    Oh,  Jack!"  she  whispered,  "Wake  up!" 

"I  am  awake,"  came  the  answer,  and  then  Mary  Ann 
saw  Jack  in  the  next  room  sitting  up  in  bed,  looking  through 
the  open  window. 

Somebody  was  chatting  and  laughing.  Mary  Ann 
thought  she  had  heard  some  of  those  voices  before.  Who 
could  that  be  skipping  across  the  piazza?  In  a  moment  she 
knew,  for  she  heard  the  soft,  sweet  voice  of  Fairy  Fresh  Air. 

"I  suppose  you  know,"  she  was  saying,  "why  I  asked 
you  to  come  here  to-night." 

"I  think  I  do,"  said  another  voice  that  sounded  like 
that  of  Sir  Sunshine. 

"I  don't,"  said  another,  whom  Jack  knew  to  be  Mr. 
Milk-bottle,  "but  I  feel  sure  it  has  something  to  do  with 
Jack  and  Mary  Ann.  Didn't  Jack  do  well  this  afternoon? 
He  won  the  race." 

Here  Mr.  Milk-bottle  strutted  up  and  down  the  piazza. 
"If  it  hadn't  been  for  me  he  wouldn't  have  won." 

"I  am  not  so  sure  of  that,"  said  Mr.  Oatmeal.  "Nor 

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I,"  "Nor  I,"  chimed  in  Miss  Spinach  and  Daddy  Exercise 
and  Grandma  Washcloth. 

"Now,  children,"  said  Fairy  Fresh  Air,  "we  must  not 
quarrel.  Look  at  Mary  Ann's  cheeks.  They  are  as  pink 
as  mine,  but  I  wasn't  the  only  one  to  help  her  get  them. 
We  all  helped." 

"You  are  right!  You  are  right,  as  usual!"  they  all 
cried  out  so  loudly  that  Mary  Ann  was  afraid  the  noise 
would  wake  up  her  father  and  mother. 

"These  children  have  done  so  well,"  went  on  Fairy 
Fresh  Air,  "and  have  been  so  nice  to  all  of  us  that  I  think 
we  ought  to  invite  them  into  our  club.  Let  us  crown  them 
and  give  each  of  them  a  new  name/' 

"Splendid,  splendid,"  said  Sir  Cleanliness. 

"I  think  they  are  awake  now,"  said  Fairy  Fresh  Air, 
looking  through  the  window  into  the  bedroom. 

"Come  to  the  window,  Mary  Ann,  if  you  please/' 
Then  the  fairy  put  on  her  head  a  beautiful  wreath  of 
daisies.  All  the  other  friendly  fairies  that  Mary  Ann  had 
grown  to  know  and  love  looked  on. 

"Mary  Ann,  we  would  like  to  have  you  join  the  Club  of 
the  Friendly  Fairies.  Will  you?" 

"Yes.    Oh,  yes!" 

"Then  we  shall  no  longer  call  you  Mary  Ann.  Your 
name  is  Rosy  Cheeks." 

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"Come,  Jack/'  said  Daddy  Exercise,  and  he  put  another 
wreath  on  Jack's  head.  "Would  you  like  to  come  into 
the  club?" 

"Yes,  gladly,  if  you  are  in  it." 

Daddy  Exercise  smiled  and  patted  him  on  the  head. 
"After  this  we  shall  call  you  Strong  Heart  because  you  just 
would  win/' 

"Thank  you  so  much/'  said  Jack  and  Mary  Ann,  bowing 
very  low. 

"Good-by,"  whispered  Dame  Sleep,  striking  the  strings 
of  her  harp.  "Good-by,"  said  jolly  Mr.  Happiness. 

Then  the  friendly  fairies  danced  away  in  the  moonlight 
across  the  flowers  where  the  moonbeams  played  and  the 
fountain  splashed.  What  was  the  song  they  were  singing? 
Jack  and  Mary  Ann  went  back  to  their  beds  to  sleep  and 
dream,  but  the  echo  of  that  song  kept  coming  back  across 
the  garden  and  over  the  church  tower  where  the  friendly 
fairies  played: 

' '  Come,  join  the  friendly  fairies      "We  love  the  world  of  beauty, 
And  dance  and  laugh  and  run.        The  trees,  the  birds,  the  flowers, 

Let's  sing  a  song  of  gladness,  The  morning  light,  the  robin's  song, 

Of  health  and  strength  and  fun.      The  wind  and  summer  showers. 

"Come,  be  one  of  us.    Be  jolly! 

And  laugh  and  skip.     Ho!     Ho! 
We're  off  for  the  land  of  sunshine, 

We  are  so  happy,  Oh!" 

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Right  Weight  for  Girls  and  Boys 


About  what  a  GIRL  should  gain 
each  month 


8 

8  to  ii 
ii  to  14 
1410  16 
16  to  18 


6  oz. 
8oz. 

12  OZ. 

8oz. 
4oz. 


BOYS 


GIRLS 


Prepared  by  Dr.  Thomas  D.  Wood 

About  what  a  BOY  should  gain  \ 
each  month 

Age 

5  to  8     .    .    .     6  oz. 
8  to  12  8  oz. 


12  to  14 
1410  1 6 
16  to  18 


12  OZ. 

16  oz. 
8oz. 


Prcp^cd  by  Dr.  Thomat  D.  Wood 


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